That was a year ago. (And I still think Simon's tail is really cute.) But now is not the time to remember being born, or compliment Simon on his tail. Now, is the time to argue with Baz about school. Or, more precise, about actually going to school. I am fifteen, and have so far managed to elude the subject, but now they're bringing it down. But I do have one point I can use against them.
"I don't even have a wand, Baz! I just barrow yours whenever I need it! How can you send me to a magic school, when I can't even properly use magic!"
They want me to go to a school called Watford, where they went. (Where they met.) I however... Well, I kinda made it clear within the first few days of living with them, that I'm not exactly made for... um... human interaction. At all. I'm not even sure I'm human, or vampire for that matter. They know that. But it's been a year, and they want me to at least try.
"We can get you a wand, Athena." Baz argues. Simon is in the kitchen, steering as clear of us as he can right now, and we're in the living room, sitting on the couch, facing each other. I hate it when they use my full name. When they chose my name, they used magic. They found a book of names, cast a spell, and opened the book. The name the spell landed on was Athena. Goddess of war, wisdom, and olives. ( I do like olives, so that's fine, I guess.) I like my middle name, though. Liesl-Adeen. Strange, right? They used magic for it, too. I think they were just being lazy and didn't want to actually pick names.
"I can talk to my father, and I'm sure he can get you a wand, or something." I shake my head, my blond hair flying. "No. I want a bracelet. Can I have a bracelet? If I can have a bracelet, then I promise I'll try school. Deal?" Baz sighs, but nods, and I smirk. "Fine. I'll try to get a bracelet. Any specific kind?" He asks, and I practically cackle.
"Bangle. I want a bangle. Please?" I freaking love bangles. I won't love school, but I admit, my magic could use an edge. I have a tendency to set things on fire. (Which is fine, Simon.) (And yes, I know Baz is flammable, but he does it too, so blah!) Not to mention how lonely I am...
It's not that I don't like people. Well, that's a lie, I don't like people, They're idiots, but that's not the only reason I don't have friends. For one thing, there's no guarantee I won't somehow set them on fire, or something. That's the funny thing about my magic. It does a lot of things, and few of them are actually predictable. I need a wand to do most things, but every now and then, I go off. I don't know how. But when I get upset, and trust me, it happens all the time, things happen. Fires spark, screeching fills my mind, and I start dead spots. Just momentary ones, but still. And only I can use magic then. And who knows what I may do? Nobody knows.
Of course, as I said, people are idiots. I wonder if that's why the fairies are gone. They just realized all the other guys were stupid, and were like, "Nope, screw this, we're done." I would do that. Just disappear. Be gone.
"Hey, Ath, Baz, time to eat. Clean up, Ath." Simon calls from the kitchen, and Baz and I stand up, shake hands, and I run upstairs to my bathroom. Our house has two bathrooms, one for me, and the other for them. Mine is peach colored, 'cause that's my favorite, with a big tub and sink. ( I prefer baths to showers.) Simon says that I'm as obsessed with water as I am fire, and I say that it's because I'm obsessed with fire. I turn the water on, and run my hands under it, scrubbing until they're pink. Then I just don't bother with the towel, and wipe my hands on my jeans instead, before heading downstairs.
When you walk into our home, your in a big coat room. When you look to the right, there is the kitchen, and one of the stairways going upstairs. Then, past the kitchen, it the living room, the laundry room, and another stair. Up stairs are the bathrooms, my room, Baz and Simon's room, and two balconies outside each. I stop on mine, and look out over the backyard. We live in a small town that's not really a town, and our backyard is huge. I lean against the rail, and sigh. I can't believe I actually said I would try school, but I really want an outlet for my magic. In case something happens and Baz and his wand aren't there.
"Ath?" Simon calls, and I turn to answer. "Coming, Simon! Make sure Baz doesn't eat it all without me!" I call, then go back through the door and head back down. If Baz so much as touches my food, father or not, he will be doomed. And I will make sure he suffers. Unless it's broccoli, then he can have it all. Gods, I hate broccoli.
Well, there's that, please tell me what you think, and feel free to hate me for all the butchering I've probably already done to this great book. I mean, I don't think Baz actually liked broccoli, right? Anyhow, byeeeee!